To the paper that hold my thoughts

To the pen that makes my mind caught

To the ink that marks the page

To the hands, my minds cage

To the fingers that will not stay

To my eyes they’re my gateway

To the way a poems breathes

To the way you hear it see

To the way it hoots and hollers

To the way it never bothers

To the way it holds your thoughts

To the way it makes your mind caught